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I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (Okay) (I've been fuckin' hoes...) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" SongtexteClose that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band" Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket Tryna grab up from my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend Yeah, ayy I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a popstar Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, "No mas" They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage And you only got 6 cars?" I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?" Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar (Okay) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta Aus Songtexte Mania